"I-I d-don't know w-who you're searching for...!" Kyora muttered weakly; however, Aestrea simply pressed his foot harder.
Hearing his words, Aestrea simply pressed his foot down harder.
BAAM!
The ground beneath Kyora's head gave way, cracking outward as a shallow crater formed, dust and stone scattering from the impact.
"Don't fuck around with me, and tell me where he is if you don't want to fucking die," he stated coldly.
Kyora let out a few strangled groans, saliva pooling at the corner of his lips, but he still didn't answer, and kept repeating that he really didn't know anyone named Octo.
So, Aestrea decided to try and get him talking in a more... artistic way.
Splurt!
"ARGHHH!"
A finger was severed cleanly, spinning once before hitting the ground with a wet sound.
"Bleed."
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The flesh tore open unnaturally as crimson veins were forced into view, the injury crawling up his hand like a living thing.
